Without facade...

It probably looks like a confusing mass of rubble. I wont try to convert your way of seeing. The geometry of the finished project is not crystalized as a graphic plan on paper. You may imagine if you like where it is leading .There are many undoubtably with vast experience that might say I am "doing it all wrong". I am doing it, iz all.
The geometry of the invisibuilding is nigh on perfect, The hardcore infill will be consolidated and stablized once the cement slurry is introduced to the voids. Cement in this case will likely be the mud and stone dust mixed with white sand.The sand has a high shell content. Should integrate well with the lime mortar .I will start sticking stones down once my "rough sketch", ongoing at present, is complete.For now I press towards what will in time become my finished working surface. Bridging the gap between what I regard as an historic mistake, and the Utopian vision with which I have come to be both cursed and blessed in equal measure, is a labour of love that would be impossible to abandon.Here's praying that my body doesn't drop off before the task is done.

Jewels from iz treasury...

Content over style, the method works...

Tree swallowing a rock...

The sweet chestnut tree is ancient.A ragged and rotten, hollow trunk but new growth is springing forth from the decayed relic.

I couldn't help but admire this wall...

The stone stripped and clean , likely as not to be repointed. I like the hungry joints ,envious of the easy to handle small pieces I was, loving both the colour and the form. Grateful for the chance encounter on the journey back from La Roche aux Fées.

La Roche aux Fées...

Theories abound. Theories don't pull much weight. We don't go out much. It was refreshing to do a little revision. This place will undoubtably be a site of pilgrimage for generations to come. I don't feel too diminished in awe of the engineers of former times. It wasn't the product of just one mans effort. Content I am with the singular result of my own personal journey. We are still on the look out for as many big pebbles as we can find. We will shift them into place by magic if necessary in the event that the application of scientific principles should fail us.Doing the do, the old fashioned way without complex thinking or vaccuous words obstructing the progress.Pointless spilling thcontents of the grail all over the internet, the minor revelations on one's own personal journey are too hard earned to be wasted on coffee table banter. The work is far from academic as it is possible to be. Folk have implied crudely that I must be crazy, perhaps suffering from psychiatric delusions to be attempting to build the journeymans rest. No matter, even if I don't complete the work I have presently in hand. My home site will be a perfect venue from which to impart the benefit of the working experience to date.Pleasant enough prospect for my last mortal days.I have a while and a bit with many miles of grunting under the pressure of the stone burden before that time comes. If you want to gain a practical clue as to what may be involved
build one of your own, or lend a voluntary hand in assistance to someone who is actively engaged in neolithic construction.Let it remain a mystery to all those not prepared to do the do themselves. The knowledge gained through practical experience is simple, none vocal.
We are heading forward in every direction at once. Expanding and improving ever closer to the fabled realm by each passing season. More later.

Invisibuilding...
A pile of mud sticks and stones...

Many rivers to cross...

Butterfly and walnut leaf...

In praise of low risk food...

A choice of shit we've got used to or a brand new killer variety. They call it "organic" I don't buy it.The commercial Eco Lie of the new enlightenment.To be safe, grow your own at home. Die of something more befitting a good and wholesome life, a contented old age. I wonder how many folk naively fooled by the "green" label have taken the trouble to look at what they are putting on the fields these days. Near enough to raw sewage as to make no difference. As long as the packaging and marketing is successful no one gives much of a damn. Ecology is still an important word, to me , as in returning to a state of grace with planet earth. There is more to it than "green"spin on the uncured bullshit.We eat without fear of being poisoned.Zero food miles A no petrol zone.You wont find antibiotics in our soil. Cow manure is unsafe untrust worthy at least.The bacteria appear to be mutating at a faster rate than the pharmacutical "cure". Abandon hope all who live there. There is no cure for a way of life that cannot sustainably live at home. Admittedly we have a long way to go before we may rest on our laurels, in the meantime we are assured that our modest struggle wont be undermined by serving toxic food.Between pogoing the keyboard, a couple of senteces at a time, I pulled some peas and after a bit of weeding unearthed some small new potatoes that were growing wild left over from a previous season.
Yesterday I harvested the broad beans, they are in the freezer now. We still have some of last years to munch through.
After a couple of days of welcome rain the garden is ready for a productive high summer. The runnerbeans , both white and red are about to climb their supporting sticks.The black currant hedge needs relieving of a weight of fruit. I am pleased as punch by the results of propa gating more plants . A white currant hedge is the latest emergent feature. Easily missed this year but just wait. The red currants too are thriving well.Our first taste of raspberries were incorporated into a beautiful sponge cake with the addition of strawberries and whipped cream. The coming season's menu is looking good. Parsnips, carrots, beetroot, cabbage peas several kinds of beans all accelerating as they should.Onions and shallots. Lettuce galore.Endive too.. Tomatoes and aubergines ,capsicum peppers, a variety of squash and courgettes.Cornichon for pickling.I will be sowing turnips and swede this week and taking a chance on chou rave(the English name eludes me for now). Happen there will be much more. Put up with the photos if that's as near to sharing a joy as you dare to venture.
Twenty two people dead the rest able to shit through the eye of a needle at twenty yards. Green, I bet they were.
I wont be moving a single pebble today.That side of things is far from done. This just isn't the day to do.
You have just missed the cherry season. we have several kilos awaiting our serious attention in the fridge.It's all work. Looking forward to our first proper peach harvest. Last year only produced two. There looks to be the promise of more than a hundred. More little trees are being brought on in reserve. They don't have a long productive life but well worth the little effort of cutivation. What's next? A bit of hoeing if the weather stays clear. But first a cup of Royal Ceylon.

Iz at ease...

I am in the pink. A mellow evening.
The cake was good, I missed you, and now the cake is gone.
The red marker will be moved uphill soon. It wasn't my intention to have it look like a grave stone, it is just a reference point that cant get easily kicked out of place.Next location will be the compost area . When I find the strength.